Being an “interesting” patient who also happened to be a trainee made me a morbid little celebrity.
“I feel like I’m hyperventilating. I can’t stop crying and I can’t breathe. I’m afraid I’m going to drown on dry land.”
The opioid crisis has made it risky for doctors to prescribe pain medications to suffering patients in need.
You think you’ll never take wellness for granted. But, despite your best intentions, you do.
For seven years, I lived afraid of my own mind, only to learn it had been a mistake.
“I am terrified that one day we will not pursue a treatment our son needs because we can no longer pay for it.”
“I’ve fervently wished to see women who look like me and have lived through this.”
“Even in that happy space, doubt, disbelief, and a gnawing sadness started to swirl, rise, and create confusion.”
“My mother assumed I must have done something to bring a rare blood cancer upon myself.”
I have never been anything but this ragged, medicated self; I have never been less aware of the ground beneath my feet.